Sabre

Comes the loneliness of dusk
In the greyness of certainty
Upon ice stained paths
Set hard like diamond
Silver glass sat on iron earth
Below the timber bones
Distorted to stark change
Become arching, coralesque wood
Touching sky with skeletal filigrees
And behind the labyrinthine sentinels
Moonlight waters the new night
Then is drawn nights cold sabre
To cut us deep in icy parries
Pare away the skein of summer
From our flesh and bone
And this we name winter
We temperate chattels of Earth
Waiting for sunlight renewed
Sustained by scavenged warmth
From the carbon bones of antiquity